Personal Essay | How has a place influenced you?
Emma Rappoldt 0107892 English 1000 G
ESSAY #2
November 1, 2012
Emma Rappoldt
0107892
Section G
“Describe a place you have lived in or visited that has influenced you. Be as analytical as you can.”
I was born in Oromocto, New Brunswick during a blustering snowstorm in 1993. Late November was always cold there, but when I was seven in 2000, I welcomed the move to Halifax, Nova Scotia, hoping for a more forgiving climate. Even when I was seven, the climate and feel of New Brunswick seemed foreign, and I felt out of place. Moving to Nova Scotia, unfortunately, left me with the same feeling. I longed for a place with distinctive weather, far from the dull and constant grey clouds in both Nova Scotia and New Brunswick. I wanted to see beautiful ancient architecture, homes with shutters painted by hand, and front doors made of real wood. I wanted to wake up and look out an old fashioned window to see a building a hundred years old, being pelted with endless blankets of rain. But the harsh reality of a double paned, new glass window showed an asphalt street lined with eerily similar houses and fake looking green grass.
I kept trinkets on the sill of this window. These trinkets represented the places in the world that I wanted to see, and the things I wanted to believe in. I kept a keychain of the Great Wall of China here, lying on its side because it was not weighted properly. It was small and brown, with fake moss as green as the fake grass outside, and fit in my seven year old hand. My aunt gave it to me after her latest trip to China, where she visited her family. It survived seventeen hours in an airplane, over countless other countries and bodies of water, past extraordinary places, just to end up on this disappointing windowsill in Halifax, Nova Scotia. I remember trying to imagine the people who had walked over that wall in history. I counted miniature make-believe troops and emperors, marching across the wall in uniform. I imagined numerous tourists taking pictures with sophisticated cameras that they knew nothing more about than the shutter and the on-off button. This seemingly less than great wall leaned next to another wall, but this trinket was a real piece of stone instead of a plastic replication.